Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Bulgaria and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Television to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
The Index,
Public Image Ltd.,
Maleditus Sound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ohio Players,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Angels of Light,
Bill Wells,
Goldenarms,
Essential Logic,
Dark Day,
The Durutti Column,
The Saints,
Eddi Front,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Barrington Levy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rotary Connection,
Crime,
Tears for Fears,
Average White Band,
Audionom,
Kaleidoscope,
Joe Smooth,
Nils Olav,
Khruangbin,
Roger Hodgson,
Toni Rubio,
The New Christs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Wolf Eyes,
the Association,
The Trojans,
Guru Guru,
Robert Görl,
The Standells,
Newcleus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Bar-Kays,
Talk Talk,
Japan,
Lower 48,
Yellowson,
Minor Threat,
Crooked Eye,
Josef K,
Camberwell Now,
FM Einheit,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jimmy McGriff,
Arthur Verocai,
New Order,
Massinfluence,
Severed Heads,
Icehouse,
Duran Duran,
Soft Cell,
The Smoke,
Au Pairs,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.